Living here isn't the greatest. Sparing details, it's like a giant cloud, raining acid rain over the small people inside it. The weather man sits high in his chair of deceit and anger and stares down on us waiting...
I don't like the weather man.
And as I am being rained on, my hopes melting away, I receive a phone call. Hello Damien, and thank you.
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